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non-sexual acts of dominance / accepting
@vuglar
Lynn thought keeping a low profile would be easy when she begrudgingly peeled off sweat-drenched clothes and replaced them with that of a dead patient’s. She thought she would blend in amongst those whose minds were lost to the static hum of the asylum. She was wrong. Simply because there were no women. Several hours in this hellhole had passed, filled with the screams of the broken and chases deeper into the asylum’s hungry jaws, before she came to realize this. Lynn Langermann stood out like a black sheep amongst a sea of white.
Her urgency to escape drilled deep into her bones, pushing her forward, in hopes of forming a path, a route that would take her back to her car and away. How long had she been gone? Would Blake be worried by now? The hours seemed to stretch on like years within these walls.
Into the darkness she travelled, her phone’s light guiding her way. There was a shift then, something cold in that hall. Music. Music was coming from... Somewhere. Far. Distant. She couldn’t make it out. It was all around her, humming, a shiver beneath her skin. Lynn stopped then, frozen in place. At the end of the hall stood a hulking shape, its shadowy mass she had mistaken for a trick of her eye. No, what stood down the hall was real with eyes glittering in the darkness.
And it spoke.
“Darling, you’re just in time.”
She ran. She ran and didn’t look back.








